Bab 908: A Story Written In A Song

Rowan had not just dodged all the beams of destruction he had gathered and squeezed them in his left hand, his ability to understand and process energy heightened to a ridiculous degree with his Primordial Title and others working in sync. He had created a volatile gray mass that exploded inside the formation before it could be nullified.

The mass of Destruction did not explode, it was more like it snatches, it scattered everywhere, creating large pale blots that resembled portals that sprang throughout the length of the bridge like eyes, and anyone unlucky enough to fall into it was grounded into pieces, destroyed in both body and soul. A single drop of blood entered the Twilight bridge for any one of them that fell, and before long, the pale golden color of the bridge began to turn reddish gold like a beautiful sunset.